Lost Creek Hollow He doesn't know when to give up

After the gruesome task of wound cleaning and bandage applying, Harlyn pushed a bushel of leafy steams towards the native. She gave the plants a questioning look, feeling as if her stomach would burn and reject everything that went inside. But Shikoba couldn't risk playing with death. In heaping bites, she consumed the herb.

Having to force her mouth shut, Shikoba felt the urge to upchuck appear several times. However, her motuh remained faithfully shut and she managed to overcome her stomach's requests and rebellion. She heard little of Harlyn's words, but could feel her leader come to her side. The warmth of Harlyn made the native relax in her body, she felt... safe.

Seeing that night was still cloacking them, Shikoba let her eyes close.